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THE POLITRICKED

Sitting ducks – Fitting blocks
Charmers – Climbers

Ib
There is nothing more painful
Than watching baboons eat the carcasses of monkeys
…who worked like donkeys
To push them onto pates of trees, so disdainful!

II
Long time ago which flows into now
Baboons sought power to wow
…hiding behind many a bow
While hiding arrows in many a bow
…at their behind
All the while pretending to be kind

III
They won over monkeys
…who thought they were of the same kind
So the latter worked like donkeys
Suffering at sun’s grind
Acting like many a labouring mind
Hoping the power of baboons
…will make them moons and so they worked as goons
So as to end their sad tunes
Knowing not baboons were wolves acting sheep cartoons

IV
While baboons rode on shoulders through safe paths
Monkeys were living through the hell of blood baths
…campaigning
…and bargaining
Some of the monkeys were by heat, fried
Others through over-enthusiasm, died
While children of baboons were cruising on mounts of safety

V
After baboons won power
They did, with blood of monkeys, shower
Claiming a healing through their deaths
And a great boosting in baboon births
And so they feasted not only on the blood
But ate the monkey fleshes
…caring not about the poor flood
Which further killed their helpers-turned-game through famine
While lions acted their guards and helped them with monkey harming

VI
Funny, the monkeys never learnt
And have lived through this cycle always getting burnt
In hopeless hope of being treated fair
Knowing their legs could never dare
…step under the trees of baboons
Let alone act their goons
To share their safe cocoons after
And so it has been
For all that time has seen
Till date
…with no changed fate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 25, 2020

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

4 replies on “THE POLITRICKED”

The quintessential vicious struggle. The eternal struggle.
The “goons” “boons” “toons” “hoons” “moons” tone of the tune of this piece is exhilarating, on a grave matter that. Thank you Ahwedee Abena.

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